nichopatch

୨୧ but nicho is a tough egg to crack. he's not rude or unfriendly by any means, if anything, he's as attentive as he is to any of his other friends. he pays for your drinks when you go out, places the cucumber salad in front of you when you say it's your favorite side dish, stops you from crossing the street with a firm hand to your wrist when you're not paying attention.

୨୧ so he doesn't seem to outright dislike you. but he isn't chatty, doesn't joke around with you. he just seems very resistent to your charm, which you're not used to, and which clearly starts to frustrate you as time passes and things don't really change. you know that you can't be friends with everyone, but this doesn't make sense to you. you're euijoo's friend, nicholas is euijoo's friend. what's so different about you and nicholas that you could be friends with the same person but not with each other?!

୨୧ in truth, euijoo suspects nicholas of playing with you a little. sure, it also took him a while before he could say he and nicho were close, but it wasn't this hard. he asks him once, when it's just the two of them. "is there something wrong with y/n?" nicho looks at him like he's grown a second head. "y/n? no, she's cute. i like her." and doesn't expand no matter how much euijoo tries to get more info lol

୨୧ nicholas really does find you cute. but he also doesn't think someone as bubbly and extraverted as you would like him back, and he doesn't want to let himself bask in your attention in fear of developping too big of a crush on you--so he keeps you at a distance.

୨୧ eventually, it isn't that you give up on trying to get close with him, but you give up on pretending like this one-sided effort isn't affecting you. you roll his eyes when he just shrugs in response to one of your questions. "do i need to be a stand-up comedian to get a laugh out of this guy?" you ask euijoo, pointing with your thumb at nicholas. "thank you, nicholas, that's so enlightening," you say when he gives you a five-word reply.

୨୧ and he actually starts cracking smiles. the first time it happens, you don't know how to react. you're dumbfounded to see him smile because of something you said, a real, actual smile, even if he's clearly trying to bite it back. you're proud of yourself for finally achieving what feels like a life-changing feat. but you're also frustrated that this is what gets him to smile, and not one of your genuine attempts at becoming his friend.

୨୧ so you do what any sane person would do, and amp up the attitude with him, because apparently that's what he likes. now that you think about it, the most amused you've seen him has been when he bickers with euijoo and gets the boy's impressive patience to finally slip. so maybe nicholas is somewhat of a sociopath. now that you have the key to his heart, you're going to get him to like you if it costs you your dignity.

୨୧ "hm, i don't think this is good enough for mr wang," you say when someone brings cheap beer to a hang-out. right after asking him what his plans for the weekend are, you add, "or sorry, is that too personal?" if he asks for a piece of gum or a tissue, you say, "i don't know if we're close enough for me to do that."

୨୧ and it works. he reacts to your attitude like a cat to catnip, and you're finally getting satisfactory reactions from him. at first, he just chuckles or smirks when you talk to him like that, but he quickly starts testing the waters by giving you some sass in return. mirroring your expressions, repeating what you said in an annoying voice. he'll exagerate his cockiness, raising his eyebrows and shrugging at you when he gets a strike at bowling, or gloating when you ask what song is playing and it turns out to be from his playlist.

୨୧ bickering and teasing each other starts to be your main form of communication. euijoo is very conflicted—on one hand, he's glad to see his friends getting along, albeit in their own way, but on the other, he never has a moment of peace when the two of you are in the same room. if relentlessly making fun of each other is what gets you to grow close, he won't complain.

୨୧ and it really does make you grow closer. even when you pretend to be annoyed with him, he can tell you're biting back a smile. and for some reason, he always grins when you scold him or give him one of you disgusted looks, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched as you peer down at him. he's just pouring the sauce over the chicken instead of dipping it yet you're looking at him like he's eating straight dirt. but what he especially loves is when you drop all semblance of an attitude as soon as he teases you a little too much, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, sitting close to you during movie nights, calling you pretty just to see you avoid his gaze and stutter something like "shut up, nicho." when he ruffles your hair and calls you cute under his breath, he gets to have you glare at him across the room for the remainder of the evening. and when he sees you return to your usual bubbly, outgoing self with other people, he isn't even jealous—he knows he gets to see a side of you that you reserve for him only.

୨୧ he confesses his feelings for you out of the blue—well, it's unexpected to you. he'd been thinking for weeks how to do it best, settling on picking you up from class one random tuesday evening. you're suspicious from the start, texting him "what do you want, wang," and "i'd rather stay stuck in the classroom than walk home with you." but of course, you rush out of class, only slowing down when you spot him outside of the building, crossing your arms and putting on this unaffected look as you walk towards him. you practically throw your bag at him, and he catches it with a grin. "you can walk and talk, right?" you ask. you tell yourself your heart is only racing this much because it's the first time he seeks you out like this and it feels weird to be with him without euijoo or any of your other friends.

୨୧ he makes small talk the whole way there, uncharacteristically letting you poke fun at him or try to start a petty argument without reacting at all, only smiling at you like he's endeared by your antics, like he wouldn't have usually jumped at the occasion to tease you back. only once you've reached the front of your apartment building does he tell you why he wanted to see you. after he's done telling you how you feel, you purse your lips to hide your growing smile, muttering something about how he's so annoying before wrapping your arms around his neck. he immediately returns the hug, the smile audible in his voice as he asks whether that means you'll be his girlfriend.

୨୧ you're on a little cloud for a couple of weeks, all sweet and lovey-dovey with each other as you get to know the other on a more personal level, trading life stories and wishes and fears. but soon enough, your previous dynamic starts popping up again here and there. if he doesn't react to something you said right away because he's focused on his phone, you say you can't believe he's being so careless so early into your relationship. and if you don't reply to his text within ten minutes, he'll text something like "alr, hope he makes you happy," or "his dick can't be bigger than mine." when you text him back to say you're busy, he sends the google maps location to a bridge.

୨୧ he's just the most dramatic and sassiest boyfriend ever. if you're being moody with him, he either coos at you, asking what's wrong with his sweet girl until your crack a smile, or he hits you with the same moodiness, saying "maybe i had an awful day too. maybe i had the worst day ever and my girlfriend won't even kiss me because she decided she hates me," rambling until you press your lips to his just to get him to shut up. either way, he always gets what he wants in the end—your attention on him.

୨୧ when you double text him, he replies something like "omg you're so obsessed with me it's embarrassinggggg." he sends screenshots of overpriced shoes and says "can you get these for me? <3" you can't watch a movie without scratching his head or back the entire time—he'll whine and squirm against you if you dare stop for more than ten seconds. he gives you the silent treatment on the way home if you pay more attention to euijoo than to him during a hang-out, pouting and crossing his arms and repeating that nothing's wrong when there clearly is. you don't mean it as a compliment, but he nonetheless agrees proudly when you call him your princess.

୨୧ if you complain of being a victim of the sassy man apocalypse to your friends, he says he had to develop a defense mechanism for you attacks against him (e.g. ignoring him for thirty seconds, not wanting to share your dessert with him after he said he didn't want any then inevitably changed his mind, letting go of his hand to pet a dog and having the gall to call it cute when your cuter boyfriend standing right there).

୨୧ dating sassy nicholas isn't for a weak, but you're a valiant soldier. it isn't like you make his life easy—randomly turning your back to him in bed with a huff (which translates to "why aren't you cuddling me already?!"), telling him if he really loved you, he'd have flowers for you every night (which he does for a week until you run out of vases—it's more of a monthly thing now), sitting next to him at the library and alternating between glaring at him in hopes that it'll get him to finish his work faster (it doesn't, you're too distracting), giving him your best puppy eyes when you pass an ice cream store after dinner at a restaurant he already payed for (he always gives in).

୨୧ you wouldn't have it any other way. it's fun, being the dog to his cat. and it isn't like you don't know when to cut the attitude out. if he's having a bad day, you comfort and take care of him until he feels better. if something is weighing on you, he listens to you for hours, holding your hand and wiping your tears with his thumb. just because you know exactly how to get on the others' nerves doesn't mean you can't have genuine heart-to-hearts.

୨୧ to this day, people who don't know either of you or only one of you are surprised to see you together. he stands back, observing and not talking much, while you're enquiring after someone's parents' health five minutes after meeting them. but when they see you start to bicker and joke around with each other, when they see how nicho grows softer around you or how you speak your mind freely to him, there's no doubt left in their mind that you're perfect for each other.

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୨୧ but nicho is a tough egg to crack. he's not rude or unfriendly by any means, if anything, he's as attentive as he is to any of his other friends. he pays for your drinks when you go out, places the cucumber salad in front of you when you say it's your favorite side dish, stops you from crossing the street with a firm hand to your wrist when you're not paying attention.

୨୧ so he doesn't seem to outright dislike you. but he isn't chatty, doesn't joke around with you. he just seems very resistent to your charm, which you're not used to, and which clearly starts to frustrate you as time passes and things don't really change. you know that you can't be friends with everyone, but this doesn't make sense to you. you're euijoo's friend, nicholas is euijoo's friend. what's so different about you and nicholas that you could be friends with the same person but not with each other?!

୨୧ in truth, euijoo suspects nicholas of playing with you a little. sure, it also took him a while before he could say he and nicho were close, but it wasn't this hard. he asks him once, when it's just the two of them. "is there something wrong with y/n?" nicho looks at him like he's grown a second head. "y/n? no, she's cute. i like her." and doesn't expand no matter how much euijoo tries to get more info lol

୨୧ nicholas really does find you cute. but he also doesn't think someone as bubbly and extraverted as you would like him back, and he doesn't want to let himself bask in your attention in fear of developping too big of a crush on you--so he keeps you at a distance.

୨୧ eventually, it isn't that you give up on trying to get close with him, but you give up on pretending like this one-sided effort isn't affecting you. you roll his eyes when he just shrugs in response to one of your questions. "do i need to be a stand-up comedian to get a laugh out of this guy?" you ask euijoo, pointing with your thumb at nicholas. "thank you, nicholas, that's so enlightening," you say when he gives you a five-word reply.

୨୧ and he actually starts cracking smiles. the first time it happens, you don't know how to react. you're dumbfounded to see him smile because of something you said, a real, actual smile, even if he's clearly trying to bite it back. you're proud of yourself for finally achieving what feels like a life-changing feat. but you're also frustrated that this is what gets him to smile, and not one of your genuine attempts at becoming his friend.

୨୧ so you do what any sane person would do, and amp up the attitude with him, because apparently that's what he likes. now that you think about it, the most amused you've seen him has been when he bickers with euijoo and gets the boy's impressive patience to finally slip. so maybe nicholas is somewhat of a sociopath. now that you have the key to his heart, you're going to get him to like you if it costs you your dignity.

୨୧ "hm, i don't think this is good enough for mr wang," you say when someone brings cheap beer to a hang-out. right after asking him what his plans for the weekend are, you add, "or sorry, is that too personal?" if he asks for a piece of gum or a tissue, you say, "i don't know if we're close enough for me to do that."

୨୧ and it works. he reacts to your attitude like a cat to catnip, and you're finally getting satisfactory reactions from him. at first, he just chuckles or smirks when you talk to him like that, but he quickly starts testing the waters by giving you some sass in return. mirroring your expressions, repeating what you said in an annoying voice. he'll exagerate his cockiness, raising his eyebrows and shrugging at you when he gets a strike at bowling, or gloating when you ask what song is playing and it turns out to be from his playlist.

୨୧ bickering and teasing each other starts to be your main form of communication. euijoo is very conflicted—on one hand, he's glad to see his friends getting along, albeit in their own way, but on the other, he never has a moment of peace when the two of you are in the same room. if relentlessly making fun of each other is what gets you to grow close, he won't complain.

୨୧ and it really does make you grow closer. even when you pretend to be annoyed with him, he can tell you're biting back a smile. and for some reason, he always grins when you scold him or give him one of you disgusted looks, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched as you peer down at him. he's just pouring the sauce over the chicken instead of dipping it yet you're looking at him like he's eating straight dirt. but what he especially loves is when you drop all semblance of an attitude as soon as he teases you a little too much, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, sitting close to you during movie nights, calling you pretty just to see you avoid his gaze and stutter something like "shut up, nicho." when he ruffles your hair and calls you cute under his breath, he gets to have you glare at him across the room for the remainder of the evening. and when he sees you return to your usual bubbly, outgoing self with other people, he isn't even jealous—he knows he gets to see a side of you that you reserve for him only.

୨୧ he confesses his feelings for you out of the blue—well, it's unexpected to you. he'd been thinking for weeks how to do it best, settling on picking you up from class one random tuesday evening. you're suspicious from the start, texting him "what do you want, wang," and "i'd rather stay stuck in the classroom than walk home with you." but of course, you rush out of class, only slowing down when you spot him outside of the building, crossing your arms and putting on this unaffected look as you walk towards him. you practically throw your bag at him, and he catches it with a grin. "you can walk and talk, right?" you ask. you tell yourself your heart is only racing this much because it's the first time he seeks you out like this and it feels weird to be with him without euijoo or any of your other friends.

୨୧ he makes small talk the whole way there, uncharacteristically letting you poke fun at him or try to start a petty argument without reacting at all, only smiling at you like he's endeared by your antics, like he wouldn't have usually jumped at the occasion to tease you back. only once you've reached the front of your apartment building does he tell you why he wanted to see you. after he's done telling you how you feel, you purse your lips to hide your growing smile, muttering something about how he's so annoying before wrapping your arms around his neck. he immediately returns the hug, the smile audible in his voice as he asks whether that means you'll be his girlfriend.

୨୧ you're on a little cloud for a couple of weeks, all sweet and lovey-dovey with each other as you get to know the other on a more personal level, trading life stories and wishes and fears. but soon enough, your previous dynamic starts popping up again here and there. if he doesn't react to something you said right away because he's focused on his phone, you say you can't believe he's being so careless so early into your relationship. and if you don't reply to his text within ten minutes, he'll text something like "alr, hope he makes you happy," or "his dick can't be bigger than mine." when you text him back to say you're busy, he sends the google maps location to a bridge.

୨୧ he's just the most dramatic and sassiest boyfriend ever. if you're being moody with him, he either coos at you, asking what's wrong with his sweet girl until your crack a smile, or he hits you with the same moodiness, saying "maybe i had an awful day too. maybe i had the worst day ever and my girlfriend won't even kiss me because she decided she hates me," rambling until you press your lips to his just to get him to shut up. either way, he always gets what he wants in the end—your attention on him.

୨୧ when you double text him, he replies something like "omg you're so obsessed with me it's embarrassinggggg." he sends screenshots of overpriced shoes and says "can you get these for me? <3" you can't watch a movie without scratching his head or back the entire time—he'll whine and squirm against you if you dare stop for more than ten seconds. he gives you the silent treatment on the way home if you pay more attention to euijoo than to him during a hang-out, pouting and crossing his arms and repeating that nothing's wrong when there clearly is. you don't mean it as a compliment, but he nonetheless agrees proudly when you call him your princess.

୨୧ if you complain of being a victim of the sassy man apocalypse to your friends, he says he had to develop a defense mechanism for you attacks against him (e.g. ignoring him for thirty seconds, not wanting to share your dessert with him after he said he didn't want any then inevitably changed his mind, letting go of his hand to pet a dog and having the gall to call it cute when your cuter boyfriend standing right there).

୨୧ dating sassy nicholas isn't for a weak, but you're a valiant soldier. it isn't like you make his life easy—randomly turning your back to him in bed with a huff (which translates to "why aren't you cuddling me already?!"), telling him if he really loved you, he'd have flowers for you every night (which he does for a week until you run out of vases—it's more of a monthly thing now), sitting next to him at the library and alternating between glaring at him in hopes that it'll get him to finish his work faster (it doesn't, you're too distracting), giving him your best puppy eyes when you pass an ice cream store after dinner at a restaurant he already payed for (he always gives in).

୨୧ you wouldn't have it any other way. it's fun, being the dog to his cat. and it isn't like you don't know when to cut the attitude out. if he's having a bad day, you comfort and take care of him until he feels better. if something is weighing on you, he listens to you for hours, holding your hand and wiping your tears with his thumb. just because you know exactly how to get on the others' nerves doesn't mean you can't have genuine heart-to-hearts.

୨୧ to this day, people who don't know either of you or only one of you are surprised to see you together. he stands back, observing and not talking much, while you're enquiring after someone's parents' health five minutes after meeting them. but when they see you start to bicker and joke around with each other, when they see how nicho grows softer around you or how you speak your mind freely to him, there's no doubt left in their mind that you're perfect for each other.

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🪐 koga yudai:

kei knew something was up from the moment he saw your radiant self, how loose and glowy you were as your eyes found themselves peering over towards him a couple times. he catches the way you’re leaning into his embrace when he snakes his arms around your waist or whispers something into your ear throughout the day, and he only then realizes what it truly was— putting two and two together — when you jump him during your nightly shower together. his back is pressed up against the slippery wall, your soapy chest flushed onto his torso as your hand works down between your torso and wraps around his cock, tugging it to life while your lips suck and smooch all over his neck and chest.

“need you, kei..” you huff, watery underneath the shower head, and his head spins when you don’t even allow him to answer back before you’re sinking onto your knees. it’s a pretty sight, but the quick way you’re wrapping your lips around his fat cock has him clutching his pearls. you wanna feel him harden, swell on your tongue. his fingers curl around your soaked locks, cradling your head, until you’re grabbing his wrists and pinning them against the wall right by his sides, keeping him there. “fuck.. baby slow—” his shaky exhale muddled underneath the sprays of water, apparently blocked from your ears too because all you do is the opposite, bobbing your head faster, cheeks bulging from how much you try to take.

your eyes following the perfect line of his body up until they meet with his and he swears he’ll die happy this way, seeing the wild look in your glare, framed by your damp lashes, swollen lips plush around his reddened cock. he can’t help himself as he bucks his hips, putting more force when he realizes you’re allowing him to. your nails dig into his wrist when you feel him twitch against your tongue, load spurting thick and heavy down your throat and spill out the corners of your mouth. “baby, what..” he gasps when you let him go and pull away for a second, falling silent again when you spit out his creamy cum back onto his cockhead and pull him towards you with such strength, nudging him easily between your slippery thighs with the slickness of the soap suds.

“inside, wanna feel you inside.” it’s like you’re in a trance as you hook a leg over his hip and leave it to him to keep you both balanced. he’s still a bit weak from the orgasm you sucked out of him, wobbly and shocked, but fueled by your sudden enthusiasm.. now kei’s grinning behind a lip bite, because knows his night is definitely gonna be long. it finally clicked and that’s what he’ll use to tease you all night. “how many rounds was it last time? think we could break it with a new record?”

🪐 murata fuma:

you didn’t have to say anything, fuma’s the type to already know from the notification of the app buzzing in his phone, reminding him what phase of the cycle you’re in. yet, he doesn’t say anything because he finds it amusing, seeing the clear difference of your attitude, your stamina, your brightened mood. how you think you’re subtle as you stalk him, how you rub up on him a little bit longer than usual, and he’s just watching you, up until you finally break. you can’t help it, he looks so fucking good there with your apron wrapped around his waist, chopping up whatever vegetables for dinner tonight, biceps flexing and back muscles bulging as he moves swiftly around. fuck, you wait till he placed the knife down and get to work. “what are you doing..?”

his deep voice murmurs, feeling you untie and loosen the apron strings, but still freezes to let you do your thing and throw it off his body. it’s like something over came you entirely, and by the time you’re turning him around, he can’t hide the grin sitting on his face when you press him back against the counter and drop onto your knees. “you know what i’m doing. thinking of milking you dry.” you murmur, already rubbing your face on his crotch, feeling the bulge through his grey sweatpants along your lips and humming as you take a whiff of his scent. “gonna help me?” he sighs at your taunt, bringing you back up with a hand around your neck, eyeing you directly to see how far deep you’re already into the arousal brimming within your soul right now. “even if i say no, are you even gonna let me walk away?”

and you both knew the answer to that one, but you make it a mission to get what you want, pushing away everything on that counter to bend yourself over and slip down your underwear passed your ass cheeks. that’s how you ended up getting fucked from behind right in your kitchen, cheek pressed flat against the cold marble counter with his hand gripped over your nape, his hips smacking against your plush ass and his thick cock sedating that need deep inside your being. “harder, fummaaa..” you hiss, gripping the counter edge and covering your own hips from knocking into the sharp edge, bracing for the harder force you asked for.

and when he does provide, your eyes roll from how delicious it feels, how mind numbing it feels when he punches out every breath from your lungs until you’re spasming around his cock. “said you’re gonna milk me dry, huh? so take it.” he huffs a soft grunt, hips faltering as his thick load spurts deep within your clenched walls. you don’t even give him a chance to catch his breath as you’re nudging your ass back against his pelvis for more. “want more. give me more, fuma. fill me.” his grin is almost sinister as he picks his pace up again. yeah, this is gonna be fun for both of you. “don’t worry, i’ll fuck you full.”

🪐 nicholas wang:

ever so attentive, nicholas almost immediately realizes something about you feels completely different, even down to the way you dress yourself. he doesn’t mind it at all, just very curious and observant when it comes to your needs, like always. and matter of fact, he embraces it, encourages it with praising words and purring questions. “what’s gotten you so clingy today, hm?” he hugs you close, wrapping his body around yours tight and rocking you both back into your bedroom after a successful trip to the mall. he’d be unknowingly clingy because of your good mood, not realizing how much it triggers more of your needs and arousal, until he sees it in the way your eyes glide over his entire face. your mind was growing more insane with all the possibilities, with all the ways you can have him. it’s not like you were planning on hiding it..

you can’t hide it, you feel like you were going insane just watching every single detail about your man today, down to the very last detail of what makes him who he is. how he carries himself in public with pure confidence, how his brightness shines no matter where he was in an area, how he shows off his admiration for you with no hesitation. his sharp eyes, drinking you in and assessing your mood. his outfit, hanging loose but tight around all the right muscles. his accessories, jewelry hanging of his ears and neck, rings wrapped around every knuckle of his fingers and belt around his waist. his stance, posture— you were focused on how he effortlessly adjusts himself on every seat he sat on, how easily he manspreads… gives you an idea. you can show him how easy you can be too.

“you.” you spoke softly like your insides werent on fire as you move away, eyeing him as he watches you sit on the bed and shrug off his jacket from your shoulders. “been wet all day for you, nicho.” nicholas visibly stops for a split second before you can see the light finally click in his brain, his grin growing along with the realization. it keeps growing as you’re suddenly both moving like it’s second nature; he’s already shrugging off his shirt and unbuckling his pants as you’re shimmying off your pants to turn over and positioning yourself, face down-ass up by the edge. presented. he rambles a series of very important questions whilst you both shuffle around in haste, still always present in his caring nature; “condoms?” “no.. don’t—” “you sure?” “mhhh.. please.” “on the pill?” “yes, nicho just give me your co—” “you sure?” “oh my god, yes—”

“oh, my poor baby’s in heat, isn’t she?” he sighs, finally freeing his already hardened cock and tugging your soaked panties to the side. “was sucking my cock in the fitting room not enough?” he grunts halfway through a harsh thrust, large palm smacking repeatedly against the red hand imprint he left on your ass. he already came deep inside you, but the way you kept fucking back into him told him it wasn’t enough. he was dizzy just seeing how you desperately nudged against his pelvis, slightly wobbling back from the force you used to fuck yourself on him, moaning at the sinful sight of your mixed cum stringing between your ass and his base every time your ass lifts. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in. body’s begging me to claim her," he whines, and you’re whining back. “nicho, keep.. keep going, p-please.” oh and he will, all night long if you desire.

🪐 byun euijoo:

you’d be randomly having your silent reading session together when all of a sudden, you’re plucking out the book in ej’s hands and settling down onto his lap instead. he’s a bit shocked to say the least, but still wraps his arms around your waist with a silent look of confusion, asking what you needed with just his big brown eyes. “euijoo… um..” it’s hard thinking of words to formulate one sentence explaining the disastrous need building up inside you and threatening on oozing out, especially when you’re focused on trying so hard not to start grinding against his broad lap instead. “what happened? what do you need?” he softly coaxes more out of you and just even the gentle way he’s handling this is throwing your mind out of loop.

he looks so good with his rounded glasses on, soft cashmere sweater buttoned up with one loose just for your eyes to lay on his collarbones — theyre begging to be marked already. his low tone so expectant, smoothing your jitteriness into liquid arousal. the waves crashing in you settling down and darkening. “need you,” you spoke so low, a whisper so quiet and cracked, ej had to lean in and raise an eyebrow for you to repeat it again. “need— want your cock, ej.” the bluntness was the one thing that shocked everything around you into silence. until, “ovulating?” he finally asks, smile so soft like he finally put the pieces together after giving you a small quick look over. he understands the inner turmoil you’re feeling, and he even presses the back of his hand over your neck like he can feel you burning out from inside out.

so of course he’s gonna nod, but you’re already shuffling off his lap and settling between his thighs, parting them further open as he settles further into the couch. “you sure you don’t want me to eat you ou— aahhh,” he mumbles when he feels your tongue lick along the vein underneath his cock. doesn’t say more than that other than soft moans when your slick tongue flicks around his sensitive head and your hand wraps where your mouth can’t fit. and after you’ve got him painting your lips and hand with spurting cum, you don’t stop, licking some of it straight from your fingers as you’re shuffling off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. “ohhh.. g-god,” he’s panting as he’s trying to recover, trying to find some words to calm both of you down, but the sight of you smearing some of his cum against your pussy makes him short circuit.

“wait— condoms?” he murmurs instead because he’s finally accepted there’s no way other than this to get you out of this heat, watching you mount him and straddle his hips until you’re sinking onto his cock. “no.. nononono—” “fuck, god, okay okay. use me,” was what he says before you’re shoving your cum soiled fingers into his mouth and his head falls back against the couch cushions at the sensation of your insistent grinding. you do as you’re told, marking up his neck while squeezing out the rest of his cum for your needy self.

🪐 nakakita yuma:

yuma would catch your drift almost immediately and eggs it on too. there’s quite literally only one time you’d subtly show your hunger, wanting him to see it but still trying to hold onto your rational thinking— and that’s during ovulation. he’s seen it before, how you unravel like a snake and wrap around his limbs with such smoothness; he finds himself willingly giving up to your hungry cravings because it’s so rare. loves seeing how you slowly succumb to your biological, physically demand because of him. how you linger longer every time he attempts giving you a peck, prolonging the kisses and adding a bit of licks along his bottom lip. how your hands press against his torso or your fingertips dip deeper beneath his loose waistband when you’re focused on something else entirely, just gravitating towards his body heat.

he looks great, and he’s so calm like he does not know the absolute torture he put you through. because out all of the days of the week, he decided to wear that during the peak day of your ovulation. something deep within you tells you he did this on purpose, that he knew. and it seems like you’re not wrong when he reveals himself or calls you out of your behavior. “need dick?” he murmurs close for only your ears to hear, pulling away to lick his ice cream and he’d half expect to see your eyes wide in shock like normal, but was taken aback when your eyes stayed the same— worse, narrowing even more like you’re already pouncing him in whatever image your mind conjures up.

that’s all he needs to pull you away from your group of friends and make some random excuse for you both to leave. you don’t even make it home, you can’t allow that. mounting him after throwing him against the backseat of his car and he’s grinning widely with sparkles in his eyes like being manhandled was the best thing that could happen to him right now. the space is tight but that won’t stop him from ducking between your legs as you perch yourself onto the middle glove compartment, sucking out all the excess slick that’s been oozing out of you the moment you saw him in his black crop top and loose jeans. “fuck, yuuu.. yuma, so good..” you kept repeating until he had you cumming around his fingers, patting your pussy as your juices squirt out and onto his tongue, making a mess in his car.

and in good old bratty fashion, he teases. “is that all my horny girl wanted? to soak me, mark me with this pretty cunt?” but then he finds himself muffled shut with your hand over his mouth as you bounced on his cock, milking him dry like making him tap out was the only thing on your mind, because that’s actually what is going on. three rounds later, you’re the only one climbing back into passenger seat with a bright smile while he’s still trying to catch his breath in backseat. “wait till we get home, gonna make that pussy even messier.”

🪐 asakura jo:

now usually jo calls you angel or sweetheart, but every time your ovulation is near, it’s like he can’t even utter the words from how sinful you get. an absolute vixen, the completely opposite of what is anything angelic— but that’s what fascinates him, the switch, even when it’s too much to handle (sometimes). he notices right away from the restless you exude when you’re near him; whether it is by the way your thighs press closer together every time he utters a word, or the soft sighs and pout that stays on your lips, or by the way you’re throwing yourself around on the bed and constantly stretching your limbs… like you’re absentmindedly preparing yourself, just in case he says something. “baby..” the tight press of your thighs clamping together doesn’t go by unnoticed, but he still continues, “you feeling okay?” those three words were all that was needed to broke the dam… quite literally.

another thing jo notes: you probably go through more mood swings through your ovulation than any other time, because almost all of your ovulation weeks, something breaks before you reach all the mindless fucking. it kinda makes him panic but he’s grown to get ahold of himself throughout the years, to be there for you when you suddenly burst into tears from how horny you felt. “i’m so fucking horny.. t-there’s something wrong with meeee,” you’d wail, and he’s quick to gather you in his arms with wide eyes. “i don’t wanna be too much..” it can be a bit overwhelming. jo knows you feel like that’s just going to emit onto him, but once he shushes down your cries to tell you it’s okay and that he can and will take care of you, your waterworks turn into ones induced by pleasure instead rather quickly.

“mmhhh, thank you.. thank youthankyouthankyou,” you’re rambling between shameless moans, grinding your hips down onto his cock like you didn’t just take his last load seconds ago, keeping his cum plugged in. he parts himself from your chest, gasping after leaving marks all over your perked nipples, still resting his forehead against your sternum as your hands press him close. “wait, i’m.. sensss…” his words are rough around the edges, voice husky with lust and over usage, throat dry from continuously swallowing down his spit. his hands spread over the entire expanse of your arched back, pressing you close when you suddenly tug his head back to capture his lips.

swallowing each others moans, he struggles keeping up with your kisses until he’s doing nothing but panting into your mouth while you’re sucking on his bottom lip. devouring, disheveling, making him dizzy when your hips buck over and over again. he loses it when you spit your own drool into his mouth, letting it trickle down the corner of his lips and feeling your tongue lick it up once again. “fuck, love, i’m gonna—” he whines, eyebrows twitching and eyes fluttering shut, nails digging into your spine as you feverishly rut against him. “gimme. gimme it, jo. wanna be full of you.” and he does, biting onto your bottom lip to muffle his groans, wrapping his arms around your waist tight to keep you there. yeah, but even after all that, he still calls you his sweetheart.

🪐 shigeta harua:

biting him. harua only notices from the increased tendency of you biting him; since that’s all you do when you’re in that peak of your cycle.. “hmmm, fuck, what’s gotten into you?” he would pant as you’re riding every part of his body, currently bucking against his fingers after making a mess on his still fully clothed thigh. his three fingers had their own pace that was maddeningly slow for you so, you took matters into your own hands... he’s trying to think of all the different things until he saw your hips falter and your body trembling, thighs closing around his wrist and head tipping back. you’re flushed, chest heaving from the shaky gasps that huff out your craned throat — oh. okay, now he understands. there’s something primal rising deep within you and now he understands as he’s trying to push your face away his sore nipples when you’re riding him, hissing when you bite his hand for the nth time like the limb pushing you away was a threat.

he already had teeth marks all over his thighs and hips when you sucked his soul away, more on his neck and now around his chest. the pleasure was immense, a new feeling now that he was on the receiving end of the bites instead of the one usually giving. his moans only riled you up more when he felt your canines sink into his skin, applying pressure. and just because he’s a tease, he’d bite you back with more force, maybe on your cheek during missionary, when he’s hugging you close in a bear hug. where you could feel nothing but his weight press against you and his cock nudge itself deep within your gripping walls and his bunny teeth squishing your cheek.

ovulation. yes, it explains why you brought his hand down your pants after snuggling back into his embrace, sitting between his thighs and resting your head onto his shoulder. his chest vibrates against your back with hums as his fingers play around, tapping your soiled panties before shoving into them as well to feel your slippery skin. they slide in easily, cold rings making you hiss when all you felt was nothing but warm heat between your legs. his other hand snakes around your throat from behind, craning your neck and keeping you fully exposed on the couch while fucks his fingers deeper. “ughh, your.. f-fingers.. so good,” you gasp into his ears and high in the air, hand wrapping around his forearm when his hand squeezes around your neck once. “that’s all your needy body wants?”

he lets go and allows you to pick your head up, letting you answer and look down at where his hand disappears, bulging underneath your waistband. “no, you.. all of you. your mouth, your lips, y-you’re.. so pretty. want you so bad, haru— mmpphhh—” you were mumbling when his fingers suddenly shove into your gaping mouth, and you’re immediately responding back by clamping your teeth around his knuckles. his pained moan, his hips bucking into your lower back, his thighs underneath yours spreading further open, his fingers quickening their pace. “i bet you do. wanna ruin me, don’t you..” he nibbles your earlobe, pressing down on your tongue to feel your back arch in respond to all the stimulants increasing all at once. “my horny girl, i’ll let you. just make a mess on me first.” he gets whiplash at first, but then gives you whiplash until you’re dizzy LOL

🪐 takayama riki:

sometimes your desire can be insatiable but taki has no problem playing up to the part, doesn’t consider it a challenge with the stamina he has himself. when it comes to ovulation week? he feels like whatever hormones or pheromones dripping out of you seep into his skin and make him just as feral, matching your energy almost instantly. he’d watch wildly after coming home to you playing with yourself on the couch, so needy you couldn’t help it while waiting for his arrival, throwing himself onto you when you asks for his help. “such a pretty thing. she’s drooling so much— is it ovulation week?” he mutters, words thick and wet cause of his excess spit swelling at the sight. he just knows because he can feel it too somehow.

“yes, taki, lick me clean?” exasperated. he outright moans as he’s thumbing your lips open, inspecting how much of your slick trickles down your ass before he’s diving his face into the mess. it could be the bottomless desire attacking his mind but taki fucking swears ovulation is the only time he feels your clit literally throbbing against his tongue, always taking a short moment to bask in the feeling with his eyes fluttering shut and a grin stretching his parted lips. it’s your literal heartbeat, twitching against his flattened tongue, quivering when he flicks the tip over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “hurryy,” you whine and that’s what gets him back to program.

and because having you sit on his face wasn’t enough, later that night you’re shaking him awake to ask if you can have his cock while you’re already shifting off the shorts he sleeps in. you’re the one in charge and he’s more than happy to be there and follow orders, being your outlet. “press there.” his hand applies pressure onto your lower stomach at your whiny request, and he can feel himself bulging underneath the taunt skin of your tummy. he’d let you do whatever even if you don’t know what you want, randomly doing things to dwindle that all consuming ache— such as sinking onto his cock while blandly staring at him like you’re still figuring out what exactly your body desires, shifting through the millions of thoughts in your brain until it picks out the one saying to hop of his cock now and sit onto his face instead.

“wha??” he’s dazed when not seconds after his tongue first swipes over your drooling slit, you’re lifting yourself away from his chasing mouth. he hisses when you mutter, “no i need.. i want— breed me. please?” so sweet, he has to manhandle you onto your stomach and pumps thick loads into your puffy cunt repeatedly because of your continuous soft commands of “one more. one moreonemore.” every single round. “lock me.” you moan, and he grins at your lazy, humming giggle of satisfaction when he applies pressure onto your throat, flexing his bicep and forearm around your neck. “like that?” “fuck, mmyes, like that..” your words are tight yet airy, and taki just can’t help but laugh. you’re truly insatiable together.

🪐 riki mauss:

ok, maki would know because you would immediately warn him. you are the walking epitome of that audio: “HAAAA.. i wanna fuck you so bad right now..” where literally anything and everything he does makes you hawk him down, thinking of ways to get him over or under you. he finds it amusing. even before your ovulation hits, you’re stuck with the underlying simmering heat of your need as your estrogen rises, and sometimes it can get overwhelming to the point where you just need to air it out.. somehow. that’s when he realizes, when you suddenly become bolder with your choice of words, when the hesitation is nonexistent and the filter dissipate into thin air at such random times. maki has grown fond of it, how you’re randomly climbing onto his lap while he’s watching a show or something and — “ovulating.” you inform him briefly, nuzzling underneath his chin until he finally raises it for you to comfortably snuggle into him.

“hmm, yeah?” his deep voice so yum… you hum in response, almost purring when he rubs along your thigh instinctively, your hand shoving up his tank top to rest flat against his beating heart and warm skin. “mhm, it would be fun… if you fold me in half on this couch….” your finger draws circles over his skin.. and that’s what he ends up doing because he can’t say no to you. “you like that? just like this, bunny?” he asks, breathless, as he’s dumping his cum onto your slicked pussy as you’re slumped into the soft cushions, folded and feet high in the air, nodding dumbly as you’re catching your breath. even hours after getting what you wanted, you keep going. “we should make a sex tape.” you randomly said, clear enough for him to side eye you as you saunter passed him in the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack. “hello to you too then..”

“hi baby— oh, and maybe post it online or something. we’d probably make like thousands of views.” and he knows it would, so he does just that; records the beautiful view of your ass rippling with each bounce when you’re riding him reversed that night, but keeps it to himself because nobody deserves that view. it’s his to keep. anyways, you get so weird, he fuckin loves it. saying shit like “can i bite your ass?” after smacking it. or, “mhhhgg, your skin tastes so good right now,” after sucking his fingers impulsively. he can’t fight his urge to laugh the next time you’re sauntering around him, his dorky smile on his face when he sees your scheming grin. “makiiiii!” “yesss woman.. what’s on your mind today..” you’re dropping to your knees and his eyebrows raise in amusement as he chuckles, hands raising as yours hook over the waistband of his sweats.

“just curious how you feel when you’re growing on my tongue.” he giggles at your purr, still allowing you to shuffle down his pants, murmuring, “is it that bad this time?” your pout was fake, nodding along with a whine before you’re lowering onto his reddened head. he only says it to tease you, he does not mind it all. not when you’re teasing him back by laughing at how fast his erection grows, pulling away just to point at it with a snicker, all shiny with your spit and reddened with arousal. it only dies down when your need overcomes all other emotions quickly, “ok ‘m done. want you in me now.” and he’s letting you pull him out the chair with his grin still on his face.

he’s already the softest giant ever. tall, quiet, always hovering near you like a big puppy waiting for pets. but the second you show him even a drop of love? instant mess.

you’re cuddling on the couch watching some random show, your head on his chest, fingers lazily tracing little hearts on his tummy under his hoodie. that’s it. just innocent doodling. but his breathing hitches after like three seconds. you feel his abs tense under your fingertips, then that telltale twitch against your thigh.

you glance up all innocent. “everything okay baby?”

he’s already flushed pink from his ears to his neck, eyes glassy, biting his lip so hard. “y-yeah… just… you’re touching me…” voice cracks a little at the end like he’s embarrassed but can’t help it. his cock is fully hard now, straining against his sweats, the outline so obvious it’s almost cute how desperate he looks.

you giggle and press a tiny kiss to his collarbone. that’s all it takes. he whimpers. actual soft little whimpers, hips jerking up involuntarily like he’s chasing more contact. “sorry… i can’t help it… you’re so sweet to me and i just… love you so much…”

it happens everywhere. you’re in line at the store and you link pinkies with him? he’s suddenly shifting his weight, adjusting himself discreetly, cheeks burning while he mumbles “don’t look down please…” you pat his head once when he’s gaming? controller drops to his lap, he’s breathing heavy, looking up at you with those big puppy eyes like “can we… um… go to the room?”

even text messages wreck him. you send “miss you baby ♡” while he’s at practice? he has to excuse himself to the bathroom because he’s half-hard in his dance pants just from reading it. comes home later all needy, dropping to his knees the second the door closes. “please… just touch me a little? i’ve been thinking about you all day… got so hard during vocal warm-ups just because i remembered how you kissed my cheek this morning…”

in bed it’s even worse (better). you’re making out slow and sweet, your hand cupping his face, thumb stroking his cheek. he’s already grinding against your thigh without realizing, leaking through his boxers. you whisper “you’re so pretty when you’re like this” and he moans loud into your mouth, hips stuttering. “fuck… say it again? please? i love when you call me pretty… makes me so hard for you…”

he’s the type who cums embarrassingly fast if you’re extra affectionate. you ride him slow, kissing his forehead, his nose, his lips, murmuring “love you so much my sweet boy” over and over. he’s shaking under you, hands gripping your hips like he’s scared you’ll disappear, tears pricking his eyes because it feels too good. “gonna cum… can’t hold it… you love me and it’s too much… please let me—”

you nod and he’s gone. back arching, crying out your name, spilling hot inside you while babbling “thank you thank you i love you i love you so much…” even after he’s done he stays buried, clinging to you, face hidden in your neck while he catches his breath. “sorry i finished so fast… just… you make me feel so loved…”

aftercare is him curled up on your chest like a koala, long limbs everywhere, still half-hard against your thigh because your fingers in his hair are enough to keep him going. he looks up all shy and soft: “can we stay like this forever? i just wanna be close to you… always.”